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 Fair Juliet, if I had your conent, I hope every thing from my courage and fidelity; we might ee each other, I hall enjoy your converation. Grant me permiion to do this, my dear Juliet.

Stop, Romeo, do not repeat my name o often; I feel an emotion whenever you pronounce it. What enchantment has rendered you mater of my heart o oon! But hould we continue to ee each other, what end would it anwer? What is your deign?

To pledge my faith to you privately at the foot of the altar: deign to conent thereto, I hall find means to keep our union an impenetrable ecret.

What a project! What rahnes! I tremble to hear you.

What hould you fear, Madam?

A thouand misfortunes.

Juliet, dear object of my love, pierce an heart which adores you; hed all the odious blood of the Montagues which flows in my veins, or give me your hand. Conider, that Heaven, perhaps, has Rh